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burns the city to the ground
I feel like I have a long and extremely whiny post bubbling up inside me about how much I want a girl to make out with and how little I am attracted to most lesbians I've met and how I have no idea where one finds cute queer girls who are also geeky and fun. Except online. And as much as I joke about being the perfect military wife, I still don't think dating someone on the other side of the world will do it for me in the long term :/ I'd want there to be makeouts and the eating of food in a vaguely date-like setting EVENTUALLY.
If I ever moved to America there could be inappropriate flirting with A LOT OF MY FLIST, I am just saying.
Okay, that's enough. I'm going to keep the irrational whining confined to these few sentences. And this comic strip.
WHY IS THERE NO GIN IN MY LIFE. GOD I MISS GIN. Alcohol of champions! and people brought up by an English mother!
If I ever moved to America there could be inappropriate flirting with A LOT OF MY FLIST, I am just saying.
Okay, that's enough. I'm going to keep the irrational whining confined to these few sentences. And this comic strip.
WHY IS THERE NO GIN IN MY LIFE. GOD I MISS GIN. Alcohol of champions! and people brought up by an English mother!